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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Hey-de-ho!

I hate being sick. I'm a real baby when I'm sick. Ask Adilah and Shah. Heh.

Driving today was very bad. I don't know if it's because I'm sick or because it was raining but I kept striking the kerb. So..yeah. I don't know what now, come Monday.

After a series of good circuit lessons, this has to happen. Bleargh.

Sometimes the common man is so rude you want to just slap his face. Just now as I was walking past the Eunos foodcourt, some guy threw his cigarette at me to catch my attention. And I stupidly turned. Why? Because I thought it was unintentional and I wanted to glare at the callous bastard.

I want to recover!